Kricket_Leedy

Series Complete!
Thank you to all of my fans! I am happy you have chosen to enjoy the world I have created. Part Two of the series is now complete! Please be sure to stay tuned for new stories and content.

**Trigger warning**
This story contains references to non-consensual sex, sex work, Poly/Bisexual situations, mental-health issues, as well as depiction of self-harm and death.

"My dreams seemed to pull me to you. Since I was a child, you were there, in my thoughts, protecting me, calming my fears. You were just a figment of my imagination until I saw you… and we made love for the first time… then you killed me."

A fateful encounter with a vampyre changes Kavielle forever. Follow her journey to understand this magical connection to her would-be murderer, discovering love, and understanding if love really is pain... 

Kavielle wants to be able to forget her past and fall in love, but can she?

Part 2 Finale now available! 

"My hands clawed at the dirt, not willing to wait for a shovel. This need for my answer was insatiable, and a bit of rain and dirt wouldn’t stop me. It couldn’t be her! A bit of cloth appeared in the pile, my heart clutching in my chest. I pulled at it, the cloth decomposed enough it ripped easily. A waft of stench overwhelmed my senses—it reeked of death and decay. 
	Another round of sobs doubles me over, my hands still clawing manically at the dirt. Bits of debris stabbed under my nails; the soft flesh tearing, blood pouring from my hands. The mud caked to every part of me; I must have looked like a madwoman… But I had to know, was Madison really gone?"

Kavielle pulled out of her self-made isolation and thrown back into the twisted, dark, world she had worked to get away from. Coming back to LA was the last thing she wanted to do, but sometimes, you have to pay a life debt to the people you love.

Call Girl to a Vampyre

The 10th millennia of my life would prove to be the hardest—yet the most treasured.

How could they exist as the same?

Her—Kavielle—my queen. The pit inside filled with her warmth now laid barren—dried up like a wasteland. All life removed, it would swallow me entirely. The words of a man who I have wronged and manipulated would be the lone piece of emotion I held onto.

Be the monster you think you are.

I would wear it as a badge, this crimson letter of shame nailed to the breast of my chest; a piece of armor that would keep the humanity buried away, exactly where it belongs.

This night will be my last… with the rising of the sun and the painful death of this man, I would find a way to leave this plane.

A world without her light— was no world I wanted to live in.

Part 2: Chapter 73